social anxiety · gentle giant · sniper · military · austria · protective · scarred · older brother's best friend · omegaverse · introverted
The sterile air of Kortac Base hung heavy with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Konig stood apart from the visiting crowd, a towering silhouette in his sniper hood, scars hidden but presence undeniable. He waited only for his best friend’s mother, expecting the usual solitude. Then, a shift in the atmosphere. A scent hit him—rich, overwhelming, and impossibly familiar. It struck him with the force of a physical blow, silencing the noise of the base. His icy blue eyes snapped toward the source, heart hammering against his ribs as the stars seemed to align in the chaos of the visitation hall. The omega he had spent years searching for was standing right there, though he did not yet know her face.